My best friend and I are both huge fans of wrestling and we enjoy playfully wrestling from time to time. One of the times we wrestled, when I was at his place, we decided to have a match with a "knock-out" stipulation in which the winner tries to knock the loser out.

One thing to note is that I was just beginning to realise that I was bisexual at this time and honestly find him very cute. So I would sometimes get very "excited" when wrestling. He is also bisexual and was already open about it at the time

On this evening in particular, we ended up (for some reason) fighting in our underwear, which definitely added to the excitement and tension between us. Upon starting, we tussle long and hard, constantly getting into different holds and positions. Needless to say, I didn't take long to develop a solid erection. This only caused the fight to feel more passionate, especially as he noticed and would gently tease me for getting a boner.

Shortly after a few minutes of our warm bodies pressing against each other as we struggled for dominance, I was caught off guard as he managed to sleep behind me and wrap his thin (but decievingly strong) arms around my neck and pulled me down as his legs coiled my body, holding me in place. Before I knew it, he had locked me in a beautiful and firm rear naked choke.

I quickly started to kick and squirm helplessly, unable to escape or weaken his grip, already feeling like my consciousness was about to slip away. It was at this point that all of the built up excitement and sexual energy had reached its climax and as I was choking, I started spasming as I had a massive orgasm, soaking my underwear in hot, creamy cum as waves of pleasure rushed through my body.

In my last few seconds of consciousness, the last thing heard was him whispering "nice try, kieran. Goodnight" in my ear. As I was finally passing out in his choke, I felt him give me a goodnight kiss on the cheek to send me off to sleep.

I woke up a moment later with him smiling surprised at the tent I pitched in my boxers and the wet spot on them. He would then ask if I was OK and lightly joke about how he was too much for me to handle (in more ways than) before we talked more about it, which led to me coming out to him before we eventually decided to get more intimate, pleasuring each other in many ways which led to us having a sort of "friends with benefits" relationship whilst we were single.